It had been some time since the drama back at the Respite. But things seemed to have settled down now that everyone had headed off to Avon. Cyrus had been slowly making his way up towards the other pack as well, taking his sweet time to enjoy the solitude and peace he had finally received. No longer was there a cloud of depression over his head, and he was no longer a lovestruck yearling that had his heart crushed. The golden wolf was a new man, having recovered from most of his trauma. And while he did leave the mess with a couple of hang ups, over all he was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Which happened to include waking up from a burrow to see a bright sun coming up over the horizon. A deep yawn escaped his lips as he stretched out of his temporary home, long legs carrying him out of the den and into the world. Despite how early it was though, he had yet to feel the pang of hunger hit him in the gut. Water was the first thing on his mind, feeling a tad parched after having such a dry mouth throughout the night. But that would take some effort to find some good water, with most of the surrounding areas still infected. A challenge to be sure, but nothing that he couldn't handle. Now time to get a move on and trying to find it.



Persephoneia